The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-07-28

Teau liie STORY
1t is morning in June. Morning in
the great city. The sun shines sweet
", the leaves of ivy and wisteria SHIN
mer in the soft wind, where the thick
vines have hidden sombre brown stone
eXtcriors.
lnnnumerable aggressive sparrows
compete, carriages clatter through the
ClOse-built crOss-streets occasionally,
and a hand-organ somewhere is meas
uring off yard-lengths of 1.-The Little
Duke"
Two people hear the tune as they
stand smiling in each others eyes.
They stand near the window in the
drawing-room of one of those fine
brown stone, wisteria-mantled man.
sions. The window is opened little,
and the tune comes up III blithe STAG
cato; one almost hears the words:
See how his face he covers,
He was the prince Of lovers.
The two people stand smiling a lit
tie longer; then the man. turns from
the woman.
I must so, he says. "Everything
is prepared You will not fail at the
last moment? You Will not be afraidP"
He is tall, and dark, and large
framed; she is slight, and fair, and
petite.
She looks at him with great shining
eyes of azure.
'.Oh no" she says; q win not fail.
| am Il woman
THEN az reuOir, " he says. ''At three.
| will meet the cab at the station"
''Good-bye,' she says, and watches
him 90 out and down the sunny street.
He was the prince of loyers'-the
hand-organ hings it at her from the
distance. And she huns the tune as
she goes about her task. Her task is
grcan yet little. Only to write a let
ter-the briefer the better. All else
is complete. Her traveling-bag is
packed. She is ready to go-to leave
all-for him whom she loves
The letter is brief. She writes it
without a tear or pang.
''George," " it says, Il have gone
for ever. Do not seek me. | have
never loved You. No one is to blame.
| was never happy as your wife"
IREHE.
As the clock strikes the half-hour
before three. she places the letter
where it shall easily be. found, and
goes out into the sunsiine-goes out
from her husbands home for ever.
The lovers travel far away; they
journey unmolested, even by con-
science. The woman is happy in her
choice. They have no wealth COM
pared with that once hers But they
have each other.
Months slip by. They rarely speak
of the r4st. But at len 9Th she says to
him one day:
George could not have cared much.
He Will soon cut the legal knot. And
we can be married, can't we, Francis?"
"Yes." he answers carelessly.
Other months slip by. The lovers
tire of journeyng. They drift back to
the great city, but somehow do not
care TO rest there. 1t is another June,
more sultry and like midsummer.
I'VE win 90 To some near town
some quiet waterside place." he de-
cides. And she agrees with him. He
will re-enter business in the city; he is
tired of idleness, he says.
1t is in the old town of Westfield
that they chance to find that which
lic.t SSSiA' - HoU>t upon HlilSlut,
looking one way down upon the dis
tant railroad and one way down upon
the green sea water.
1t is pretty house when all is fixed
and fitted. But it is lonesome-very
lonesome for the woman who is left so
much alone, while he is absent in the
city. Left all alone with only SER
want and the summer wind to
speak to her. And SO, if she grows
pale and gloomy, and ceases To smile
when he comes home, what wonder?
Aud he, too, seems to have changed.
There is shadow growing up be-